I awake to screaming
I listen
Then learn that it is mom and dad again
This happens with every family right?
I get out of bed with fright
I then hear something break
I open the door and begin to shake
Mom's on the floor cleaning up glass that reflect her eyes
That are filled with tears
Probably from the years, of fighting
I run outside and see some headlights
They drive away
The farther they go the more I realize
Bye dad
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Depressing Rounds
PoetryWell as it seems life is a terrible burden yet it also is a great present. In Depressing Rounds I tried to encap life moments (good and... mostly bad) into a series of poems. When I first started writing this I intended to just make a series of Depr...
